Chapter 23: Union
Lancelot’s P.O.V:
They answered the phone on the third ring.
“Prince Lancelot, what a pleasant surprise!” Came the hoarse voice of the woman who was in charge of the New York division of the Hunters Council. “To what do I own this pleasure?”
“You remember that there had been a public shooing outside my building last month?” I asked Tiara Cornwell.
“Yes,” she said. “I remember you getting shot. Why?”
“The bullet traces back to someone from your unit.”
“Impossible!” Her voice sounded rougher than usual. “My squadron will never go against my orders!”
“Well, someone has and if you don’t want this to turn into a big issue, do something about it.” I told her. “I’ll have my people send you the image of the man responsible tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll be expecting.”
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